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D.A. Adams is the author of the Brotherhood of Dwarves series and the Sam Skeen saga. He received a Master of Arts in Writing from the University of Memphis in 1999 and taught college English for 16 years. He is the father to two amazing sons and resides in East Tennessee.

Tuesday Afternoon Ramblings


Dear sons, this is a cautionary tale about abusing drugs and alcohol.  Right now, you are too young to comprehend this piece, but as you grow older, I hope you’ll read it and heed my warnings.

Drugs are tempting.  The temporary high can be exhilarating, and the escape from reality can seem like the answer to all of your problems.  But when it comes to drugs, both the high and the escape are lies.  Over time, your body will build up tolerance for the drug, and you will need more and more of it to achieve the high, until you reach a point when you need it simply to feel normal.  The escape is an even bigger lie because once you come down, all of your problems are still there, and more often than not those problems have become compounded by mistakes you made while high.

I have witnessed many lives destroyed by drugs, people with promise and potential who threw away their futures to temporarily feel good in the present.  I’ve seen firsthand entire families ripped apart by addictions because drugs don’t just affect the user.  Personally, I lost my relationships with my grandmother and grandfather because of the addictions of my aunt and cousins, and to this day I carry a lot of guilt for losing those relationships even though I wasn’t the one with the problem.  The addicts bankrupted and drained my grandparents dry, sending them both to their graves earlier than they should have gone and robbing them of joy during their final few years.

In short, sons, drugs suck.

Alcohol is no better.  In fact, because it is legal and considered socially acceptable, in many ways, it can be a worse addiction.  Again, I’ve personally witnessed talented, intelligent people destroy their lives trying to find the bottom of a bottle.  Well, there is no bottom, and once you cross the line from casual drinker to dependent, crossing back over becomes exceptionally difficult.  You both need to be wary of alcohol because the addiction is prevalent on both sides of your family, and you have close relatives who lost their lives because of it.

I can also tell you that when I was younger, I struggled with alcohol.  By the age of 22, I was very nearly a full-blown alcoholic, but fortunately, I was able to pull myself back from that abyss.  I believe that my abuse of alcohol in my teens and early twenties has contributed greatly to the delays in finding success because I derailed myself early on, and it took me many years to get myself back on track.  Today, by the grace granted to me, I can enjoy casual drinking, but every single day, I am wary of slipping back down that dark slope.

My hope for both of you is that you never have to face either of these issues firsthand, but the odds say you will, either with your own battles or through close friends and loved ones.  Just know, that if that day comes, whether you are facing it yourself or dealing with someone who is, I will be there for you as much as I can.  However, there will be a limit to what I can and will do for you because in the end you will be the ones who have to choose whether or not you allow drugs and alcohol to ruin your lives.  From my experiences, I already know that I will not allow them to ruin mine.

Monday Afternoon Ramblings


Tonight at 7:00 PM, I’ll be a guest on Ali’s Bookshelf, answering questions about my writing and the series.  After reading through the prep questions, I think this interview should be a lot of fun, so please, stop by and listen.  I haven’t done a live interview in a while, so I’m pretty excited about the opportunity.

I also need your help.  Seventh Star and I are about to start a promotion in early May to boost exposure for the series.  If you’ve read any of the series and enjoyed the books, please go to Amazon and leave reviews on the Kindle versions of the books.  The more reviews we can have in place before the promotion starts, the more effective it will be, so please, if you have a couple of minutes, follow the links below and leave reviews for each book in the series you’ve read.  Most importantly, please be honest.  Obviously, I prefer higher ratings, but what I really want are honest reviews with honest ratings so other readers can make an informed decision on whether or not to try the series out.

Many of you have taken the time to send me messages or post on Facebook or comment here about the books, and some of you have left reviews on older versions of the books, but if you can please find the time to write reviews on the Kindle versions, it would mean the world to me.  Again, I’m only asking for people who have read one or more of the books to write a review, and I want honest opinions.

The Brotherhood of Dwarves

Red Sky at Dawn

The Fall of Dorkhun

 

Thursday Morning Ramblings

My vision of hell.

If there is a hell, here’s my vision of it:  Bumper-to-bumper traffic jamming a six-lane highway to a complete standstill, thousands of drunks lining the roadside to gawk at the traffic jam, loud music blaring from every direction, overwhelming fumes of poorly tuned motors, idiots walking out into traffic without bothering to look, and nowhere to escape the madness because I’m delivering pizzas into the middle of the throng.  Unfortunately, this hell exists, and it occurs three times a year.

Yeah, it’s rod run time in Pigeon Forge again, and for the next four days, I plan on staying as far away from it as I possibly can.  The good part is I no longer have to deliver pizza up there to supplement my income, but as a survivor of eight rod runs, I can tell you that the memories and scars have never fully healed.  Just the sight of the first hauler rolling into town takes me back to those nights — the frustrations of sitting in traffic for two hours to deliver one order, only to be stiffed at the room because the people are upset that it took me two hours to get there; the anger at putting in a 14 hour shift and only earning $50 because the rod runners don’t tip; the rage at having drunks block every possible turn-in and parking space so they can watch cars sit still.  If I live to be a thousand, I’ll never willingly go near another Pigeon Forge rod run.

I’m usually a live and let live kind of guy, to each their own if you will.  But I hate the rod runs with every fiber of my being.  To me, it’s like NASCAR without the race, just thousands of people looking for an excuse to drink to excess and act like complete morons.  To me, there is not one single redeeming quality of these weekends, and every year I hope for rain just so those jerks won’t get to have their “fun.”  Why anyone would willingly subjugate themselves to that hell is beyond my comprehension.  How anyone can find joy in sitting for hours on end to watch a traffic jam baffles me.

The forecast for this weekend looks clear, so I guess I’ll have to Tebow harder for the next 72 hours.  Tomorrow, I’ll try to write a more positive and inspirational message, but last night, I saw a couple of haulers coming in, and suddenly I was back in my car on Saturday night, stuck twenty feet from a hotel entrance with a pizza I’d been hauling for two hours with drunken idiots blocking my every move.  Those are memories I wish I could forget or let go of, but I just can’t shake them.  So this weekend, I plan to stay as far away from Pigeon Forge as I can.  If any of you voluntarily venture up there this weekend and get stuck, don’t call me for help until sometime Monday.